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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ganhei esse selo da Nany do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nanynhajuli.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" target="_blank"&gt;Nany na Itália&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; e abaixo estarei premiando as blogueiras que considero criativas. O critério que usei para criatividade não tem a ver com um blog pop, ou de layout assim ou assado, mas como cada uma, de um jeito muito peculiar mostra a sua criatividade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As regras são as seguintes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Colocar o link da pessoa que nos ofereceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Preencher o formulário com as perguntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;3-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oferecer a 10 blogs e informá-los por comentário ou e-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;4-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Partilhar 7 pensamentos aleatórios sobre você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 - Nome da minha música favorita:&lt;/b&gt; Ai, acho isso uma covardia!!! Mas deixa eu ver....No momento tem sido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="yt-uix-tile-link" dir="ltr" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnea7nr-idw" title="Ohm G &amp;amp; Bruno - One"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ohm G &amp;amp; Bruno - One .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2 - Nome da minha sobremesa favorita:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Bolo de chocolate alemão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3- O que me tira do sério: &lt;/b&gt;quando as pessoas vão no facebook expor seus desabores ao invés de ir falar diretamente e tratar&amp;nbsp; com a pessoa ao vivo e a cores.Será que estamos formando uma sociedade de pessoas covardes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;4 - Quando estou chateada: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Conto até 40 e 10 !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;5 - Qual o meu animal de estimação favorito:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu cachorro &lt;b&gt;Turbo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 - Preto ou branco:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;7 - Maior medo: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Viver sem deixar um legado, um nome ou um aprendizado para as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;8 - Atitude quotidiana: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Para conseguir algo que você nunca teve, você precisa fazer o que nunca fez antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;9 - O que é perfeito: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;o amor de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;10 - Culpa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;De não ter me livrado dela há mais tempo. Em nada ele ajuda, só afunda as pessoas nos seus maus hábitos, vícios e falhas de caráter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sete pensamentos aleatórios sobre mim:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Amo receber presentes pelo correio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;2 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Quero aprender a andar que nem o Jack Sparrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;3 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Querido leitor, entenda: a única pessoa que deveria aguentar merda dos outros é a&amp;nbsp; privada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;4 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mulher/homem que fala mal do(a) esposo(a), fala mal de você tb! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;5 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Fico muito feliz quando recebo e-mails de leitores&amp;nbsp; dizendo quanto esse cantinho soma na vida deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;6 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Na minha opinião,&amp;nbsp; pessoas que sofrem da síndrome "quero que todos gostem de mim" sofrem&amp;nbsp; na verdade da síndrome de Narciso. No mundo real tem gente que não gosta da gente and &lt;i&gt;that's ok &lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;7 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Às vezes a melhor defesa não é o ataque, mas simplesmente &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;deixar a pessoa no vácuo. :) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Os blogs indicados são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meumundomil.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Meu Mundo Mil Idéias&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Em uma determinada ida ao centro de emergência, o médico que atendeu meu esposo me perguntou de onde eu era. Ao mencionar que eu era do Brasil, ele falou que tinha uma amigo brasileiro e tb falou que todo mundo "vaiou" ou caçoou dele[brazuca] pq ele estava usando sunguinha[mais conhecido como &lt;i&gt;speedo&lt;/i&gt; nos EUA] em um churrasco numa casa de praia por aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aí que ele falou e riu e até se referiu à masculinidade do amigo como &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=banana%20hammock&amp;amp;defid=688266" target="_blank"&gt;"banana hammock"&lt;/a&gt;, que é uma piadinha americana vulgar feita para homens que usam sunga, mas nesse caso, se refere ao tamanho do produto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Depois que ele fez as piadinhas dele, eu que estava com o meu status&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt;espartana mode: on&lt;/i&gt;, disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;G: ainda bem que ele usa somente em locais que é propício para isso, não é mesmo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Médico olha para mim como quem não entende.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;G&lt;b&gt;[com um sorrisinho sarcástico]&lt;/b&gt;: Sunga foi feito pra ser usado na praia e no churrasco caso tenha piscina.Ainda não vi nenhum homem brasileiro nos EUA usando calças tão frouxas que mais da bunda e da cueca dele estava exposta.&amp;nbsp; Agora&amp;nbsp; eu já vi vários homens do seu país com a bunda e cueca exposta&amp;nbsp; em bancos, mercantis, restaurantes, filas, postos de gasolina, you name it, e não estou falando apenas dos afro-americanos não. Homens brancos tb. Eu me pergunto pq se dá o trabalho de colocar um cinto ou até mesmo uma calça, já que o negócio é mostrar tudo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aí eu fecho com essa: Porque os homens do seu país acham que andar mostrando a cueca ou segurando as calças para não cair é cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ele não teve uma resposta para me dar. Duvido que algum tenha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A gente todos os dias arruma os cabelos: &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;por que não o coração?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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in.de.pen.dên.cia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;sf&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;in+dependência&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;b&gt; 1&lt;/b&gt; Estado ou qualidade de independente.&lt;b&gt; 2&lt;/b&gt; Libertação, restituição ao estado livre; autonomia.&lt;b&gt; 3&lt;/b&gt; Caráter independente.&lt;b&gt; 4&lt;/b&gt; Meios de fortuna bastantes que permitem a uma pessoa viver independentemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esses dias andei refletindo como o conceito de independência permeia a sociedade que eu estou inserida.Algumas pessoas quando chegam por aqui ficam chocadas com a dinâmica americana no que se diz à relações de amizade, namoro, casamento, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ouço muitas pessoas dizendo que querem serem independentes de uma maneira ou de outra, seja financeiramente,emocionalmente, no âmbito familiar entre outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;Quero deixar bem claro que o intuito aqui não é criticar quem sabe se virar, quem gosta de trabalhar, quem gosta de ganhar dinheiro,quem quer fazer uma carreira de sucesso, quem optou por uma vida de solteiro, quem sai para se divertir sem o(a) amado(a), isso ou aquilo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;mas com qual motivação e que conceitos permeiam a nossa visão de independência&lt;/span&gt;, às vezes tão deturpada que acaba trazendo mais males à nós e aos que amamos em nome de um “ideal” ou algo que foi imposto como “must have”[ o individualismo, &lt;i&gt;que segundo o dicionário Michaelis significa &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelis.uol.com.br/moderno/portugues/index.php?lingua=portugues-portugues&amp;amp;palavra=individualismo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;posição de espírito oposta à solidariedade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="descricao"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;].&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #c00000; font-size: large;"&gt;[ABRE PARÊNTESE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Uma das coisas que tenho notado em terra fluorescente é que os americanos não sabem lidar com favores. Para eles, se alguém faz um favor, eles se sentem na obrigação de “pagar” ou de beneficiar a pessoa de algum modo, mesmo que esta não esteja esperando nada em troca.Eu vejo isso mais como uma consequência da tal independência que diz “não gosto de dever nada a ninguém ou não darei a chance de alguém passar alguma coisa na minha cara”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu acredito que seja em amizade, isso ou aquilo a gente deve fazer algo porque é de coração &lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;e não pela política de uma mão lava outra.&lt;/span&gt; Toda vida que entrei nessa eu só me frustrei. &lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;Tive expectativas em cima de coisas que &lt;b&gt;nunca foram prometidas à mim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Essa semana mesmo meu esposo compartilhou comigo um episódio de um colega de trabalho. Vou chamá-lo de&lt;i&gt; Rosafaldo&lt;/i&gt;.Um amigo de Rosafaldo o chamou para ir ao restaurante e disse que era por conta dele. Muito bem, Rosafaldo foi, tiveram um tempo ótimo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Na próxima vez que saíram, o amigo de Rosafaldo fez a seguinte pergunta: &lt;i&gt;Bom, já que eu paguei a conta passada, vc vai pagar essa né?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não sei como Rosafaldo respondeu a tal ofensa, mas eu responderia da seguinte maneira&lt;i&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;Não. Eu vou pagar o que eu achava que não lhe devia. Vc tem a nota?&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;/i&gt;quem me conhece, sabe... Eu entro é rasgando!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A política da mão lava outra acaba em episódio como esses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #c00000; font-size: large;"&gt;[FECHA PARÊNTESE] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Às vezes eu me pergunto de onde vem essa nossa idéia de que podemos ser de fato completamente independentes.Podemos ser &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interdepend%C3%AAncia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;interdependentes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, mas independentes...Será? Independência pra mim é não precisar de ninguém pra nada em nenhuma ocasião, ser capaz sempre de se virar sozinho de tal forma que o mundo gira em torno das suas vontades, expectativas.É a capacidade de ir e vir, de abraçar e abandonar quando quer.Infelismente no mundo que vivemos temos contas para pagar, amizades para regar, frustrações para lidar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se uma pessoa se acha tão independente[não precisar de ninguém, faz o que quer quando quer e bem entende], que essa &lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;deixe de pagar a conta de luz por 1 mês e veja se ela não é cortada. Isso é um exemplo besta, mas tem um fundo de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o que dizer das pessoas que não querem depender de ninguém? Vejo muitas mulheres que batem no peito pq não dependem financeiramente do marido, mas não tem culhão pra dizer um &lt;b&gt;não&lt;/b&gt; para os outros, aguenta tudo do[a] chefe/colegas de trabalho/ amigos&amp;nbsp; por uma “recompensa” que elas nem sabem se vai ganhar.&lt;a href="http://www.kaentrenos.net/2011/01/o-amor-nos-tempos-da-coleira.html" target="_blank"&gt;Gostei muito desse post escrito por essa querida blogueira que mora na Irlanda, questionando o conceito de independência.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gente, não há nada de errado em querer trabalhar e ganhar dinheiro,fazer sua carreira. Na verdade isso é necessário.A renda de uma pessoa[na maioria das vezes] não dá para cobrir todas as despesas, muito mais quando se têm filhos.E outra, emprego hoje em dia, a qualquer momento você ou o seu esposo podem ser demitido.Essa é a realidade.Por isso que é importante que ambos trabalhem, estudem, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Também é necessário que a mulher trabalhe porque como aconteceu com algumas mulheres que conheci por aqui, &lt;i&gt;o esposo faleceu subitamente.&lt;/i&gt;Foi o caso da minha sogra, da sobrinha dela e da cunhada dela também. No caso da sobrinha, o esposo faleceu e ela ficou com 3 filhos para cuidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porém trabalhar, estudar e fazer uma carreira profissional&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;pra não depender de marido[como se o que ele tem não fosse dela] ou porque pode&amp;nbsp; acontecer dele pedir o divórcio&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;não é uma boa ou a melhor motivação.&lt;/span&gt;Você casou pq vc queria dividr uma vida com essa pessoa e vcs poderiam contar um com o outro no momento de dificuldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que é dele é seu.O que é seu é dele.Pq se for pra ter essa mentalidade de que isso é seu e isso é dele, era melhor ter ficado solteira(o) ou namorando forever, sinceramente.Não vale a pena a dor de cabeça e o inferno que isso causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo eu entendo que no mundo em que vivemos, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;as pessoas tendem a medir independência pela conta bancária e o emprego que os outros têm, mesmo que isso signifique que eles sejam desprovidos de qualquer&amp;nbsp; inteligência emocional,relacional ou espiritual.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E o divórcio pode acontecer? Sim. Muitos dizem: &lt;i&gt;mas ele pode mudar de idéia.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sim, mas vc tb pode! &lt;/i&gt;Eu acho que se a gente tenta fazer algo no intuito de se proteger de algo ruim, a gente acaba agindo como se essa coisa ruim já tivesse acontecendo &lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;mesmo que não seja o quadro real da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt; E sem notar, &lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;a gente já está atraindo aquela coisa ruim pq já passamos a agir de maneira diferente.&lt;/span&gt; Talvez o divórcio não esteja na mente do cônjuge mas está na mente da outra pessoa pois foi arraigado no medo.Gente, a única maneira que eu tenho visto casais de longas datas sucederem na vida e não terem se divorciado e nem traído um ao outro, foi pq um focou na felicidade do outro e vice-versa. Quando a gente se ocupa com a felicidade do(a) nosso(a) esposo(a), vc não tem tempo pra pensar em divórcio. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;Como vc pode focar na felicidade de uma pessoa se vc tem que cobrir todas as suas bases para se proteger dela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #c00000; font-size: large;"&gt;Existem muitas outras coisas que podem acontecer na nossa vida e se a gente for tentar se proteger de tudo que poderá a vir acontecer, é melhor a gente ir morar numa caverna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #c00000;"&gt;Agora se vc fez o seu melhor e a pessoa não quer mais, bola pra frente, quem perdeu foi ela e vc vai ganhar um mundo novo à sua frente e conhecerá uma pessoa melhor ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conheço pessoas que me dizem que não querem depender de favor ou de ajuda dos outros. Essas pessoas sempre acabam exaustas, esgotadas, drenadas pq elas não conseguem entender que trabalho em grupo é mais efetivo. Várias vezes fui à sociais em na casa de um casal da igreja onde a esposa passa o social inteiro limpando a cozinha e deixando-a impecável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muitas mulheres oferecem para dar uma help mas ela insiste que ela é muito particular com a cozinha dela e gosta das coisas feitas de um certo modo.Bom, quando ela finaliza todo o processo, ela não tem mais energia para aproveitar a festa e nem energia para interagir com as pessoas.Ela está cansada demais. Focou tanto em ter algo tão limpo e terminar por si só que ela não tem estamina pra ser uma boa anfitriã.Tudo em nome da independência.Da autonomia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O fato que estou abordando esse assunto hoje no blog é porque o que eu tenho vivenciado na &lt;i&gt;american way of life&lt;/i&gt; como ser independente tende a&amp;nbsp; beirar a &lt;i&gt;irresponsabilidade, a rebeldia,indiferença,alienação, a infantilidade regado do sentimento de que ninguém vai me dizer o que fazer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Quando eu digo que ninguém vai me dizer o que fazer, eu simplesmente estou me submetendo a um conceito ou idéia que foi apresentada à mim por outra pessoa.Se eu for honesta, verei que estou fazendo exatamente o que alguém me disse pra fazer. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O que eu tenho visto é que essas pessoas acabam destruindo suas amizades, suas famílias, suas carreiras. E nessa acabam sozinhas ou acabam na compania de pessoas e circunstâncias que as mostram que elas não são de fato autônomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Que nos esforcemos em ser o melhor que podemos ser em todas as instâncias das nossas vidas,mas sempre olhando para real motivação e que ela venha trazer dividendos excelentes, não apenas para nós mesmos mas para aqueles que estão à nossa volta, afinal, a vista do topo da montanha só tem graça se tivemos com quem compartilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Grande abraço e &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;tô de volta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Veja nesse vídeo o olhar desconfiado do cachorro e como às vezes ele não dá nem bola pro dono, e olha de ladinho meio que &lt;i&gt;"será que ele está sendo sincero? Ih... sei não!"&lt;/i&gt; A conversa é em inglês mas dá pra notar muita coisa da linguagem do animal. Achei sensacional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Gosto das pessoas sinceras, porque me poupa o trabalho de estudá-las  para conhecê-las. Pessoas falsas &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;nos fazem perder  o tempo que  poderíamos dedicar a quem são verdadeiras&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/leo_cruz/"&gt;Leo Cruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bom gente, tenho tanto para compartilhar! Foram tantas comemorações, presentes, bênçãos que não cabem em um post só. O meu Natal foi maravilhoso! No 24 eu passei com a minha família de Jacksonville, no 25 tivemos um almoço com eles e à tarde e à noite passamos com uma família da igreja que mora na base naval da Marinha. Nesses dois dias chegamos em casa tarde.Eu estava muito feliz, pois na minha opinião esse foi o melhor Natal &lt;i&gt;so far &lt;/i&gt;que já passei por aqui. Brincamos muito de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catch_Phrase_%28game%29" target="_blank"&gt;catch phrase &lt;/a&gt;e &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apples_to_Apples" target="_blank"&gt;Apples to Apples&lt;/a&gt;.Pra quem não conhece, esses jogos são fantásticos, divertidos demais :)! Ambos jogos merecem um post individual,mas não vou me ater nisso agora. Quero falar do meu primeiro presente de aniversário que veio antes do dia, hahahaha!!! Chegou de graça e me trouxe tanta alegria que não cabe no meu coração. O nome dele é Bogey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bogey veio direto da Craigslist pra minha casa :)! Lembro-me que ele estava tão defensivo quando tivemos o nosso primeiro encontro, e até mesmo dentro de casa nos primeiros dias ele era super reservado. Bogey é uma mistura de &lt;i&gt;Italian Greyhound com terrier&lt;/i&gt;, em outras palavras, energia pura, além de ter uma natureza super independente, porém, ele é super afetuoso e não dorme enquanto eu não estiver na cama.Se eu acordar no meio da noite pra beber água, lá vem ele atrás de mim, sempre garantindo a minha segurança e bem-estar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Com ele aprendi que a vida não necessita muito pra ser bela, e que ser feliz só depende da gente :)! Tb com ele aprendi como é fundamental expressar o nosso amor pelas pessoas que são importantes para nós. Ele nunca mede entusiasmo quando o assunto é demonstração de carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bogey tem feito do meu inverno uma estação calorosa, gostosa e muito divertida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nos próximos posts estarei compartilhando como o meu aniversário foi celebrado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Du7mXc9oYTU/TCs5l3hVmLI/AAAAAAAAATk/PFQspVuePE4/s320/pernas+pro+ar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Du7mXc9oYTU/TCs5l3hVmLI/AAAAAAAAATk/PFQspVuePE4/s200/pernas+pro+ar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sim!É hj! Mais um ano de vida.O trio elétrico das comemorações vem sendo puxado desde Sexta passada :)! Quero contar com mais detalhes tudo o que vem acontecendo por aqui, incluindo o Natal e o Ano Novo, mas ainda estou enfrentando limitações de uso da internet devido ao meu plano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Entre os meus presentes o melhor foi algo que me aconteceu no final do ano, que envolve assim, digamos... 4 patas...Desde que o meu presente chegou tenho sido uma pessoa mais pra cima, feliz e mudei até alguns tipos de comportamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Aos 29 descobri que são os verdadeiros amigos, descobri que tenho 3 famílias em Jax e descobri que às vezes a questão da proximidade ou de uma empatia é algo que o tempo traz!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Que todos vcs possam celebrar comigo mais um ano de vida =)!sinto muita falta daqui, de visitar os blogs, mas espero que logo logo isso não seja mais um problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dedico essa canção a minha família e à todos vcs leitores do blogger que fizeram do meu 2011 um ano mais interativo,cheio de idéias e de alto astral! E que venha 2012!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Fomos ao retiro de casais no começo desse mês e tivemos uma longa viagem, o que nos deu muito tempo para conversar.Quando os dois estavam para dormir, eu decidi brincar de quizz, que consiste em fazer perguntas aleatórias ao meu marido e ele precisa responder a primeira coisa que vem na cabeça dele e vice-versa. E lá estávamos nós, brincando este silly game, quando rola o seguinte diálogo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;G: Quando vc pensa num animal, que bicho vc liga à minha personalidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: Animal!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;G: Entendo, mas qual deles tem a ver com a minha personalidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: Animal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;G: Mateus, tu entendeu a pergunta?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;G: Mas tu ainda não respondeu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: Respondi sim! Animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;G: Como assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: AAANNIMAAALLLL !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Levou uns 30 segundos para eu entender que ele estava se referindo à este animal &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eooJYess3nc&amp;amp;feature=related" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Daí a conversa continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;G: mas por quê ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #073763; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;M: Pq tu é doida e esbaforida do mesmo jeito!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E tome risada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Merry Xmas, yall!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Feliz Natal à todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777720183461518705-2871246841537450350?l=vivendolaforanoseua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Acordei bem cedo hj e tive o prazer de ser ministrada por essa palavra maravilhosa trazida pelo &lt;a href="http://www.ibc.org.br/site/index.php?sec=recursos&amp;amp;page=multimidia&amp;amp;multimidia=multimidia/videos&amp;amp;t=mensagens" target="_blank"&gt;pr. Armando Bispo da Igreja Batista Central de Fortaleza.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Vi muito do que ele compartilhou aqui se cumprir na minha vida em termos de ouvir a voz de Deus e obedecer mesmo quando não faz sentido.Isso é confiar Nele e saber que o meu Deus ver além do meu campo de visão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Espero que essa palavra venha trazer grande conforto e encorajamento!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Você pode baixar/visualizar/ouvir&amp;nbsp; essa mensagem no seu computador nos seguintes formatos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibc.org.br/site/player_video/culto_2011_12_18.flv" target="_blank"&gt;o vídeo&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Oie gente! Tem sido uma correria na minha vida ultimamente. Estou para me mudar novamente. Plus, tive uns celeuminhas com a minha internet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Minha compania telefônica mudou os termos de contrato da nossa internet sem nos avisar, e nisso acabou colocando um serviço extra &lt;i&gt;behind our backs &lt;/i&gt;e queria que a gente pagasse por algo que a gente não pediu. No contrato que assinamos, a internet nos dava acesso ilimitado por mês à $50.00( wi-fi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Agora eles mudaram com acesso limitado pelo mesmo preço e queriam cobrar extras da gente &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;sem nos avisar sobre a quebra de contrato que eles mesmo fizeram!!!&lt;/span&gt;Queríamos cancelar o serviço, mas caso o fizéssemos, teríamos que pagar $120.00!Basicamente teremos que fazer uso de um serviço que não gostamos até que o contrato expire.Só assim não pagaremos esse dinheiro.Internet de compania celular nunca mais!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dá pra acreditar numa empresa dessa? Agora não vou dizer que foi a &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;SPRINT&lt;/span&gt; pq tem nada a ver, né? Só sei que o grings ligou pra eles, foi super firme e eles retiraram os extras. Agora eu tenho que entrar no site da Sprint todos os dias pra checar qtos gibabytes or KB eu já usei. Que coisa mais ridícula!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Como às vezes saíamos de casa sem desligar a internet e o serviço é wi-fi, creio que alguém estava tendo algum tipo de acesso[ou sinal] ao serviço. Eles perguntaram se a gente baixava ou assistia filme online, coisas desse tipo. Coisas que eu e meu esposo não fazemos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Agora só estou usando a internet para coisas básicas e rápidas.Nada de youtube,rádio online,skype ou passar muito tempo no blog. Nadica de nada. Vai ser assim até começo de janeiro. Caso vcs não me vejam visitando os blogs de vcs, não é descaso não, viu? Foi por causa dessa situação. Estou sinto falta do blog demais, de checar como andam vcs, meu povo!!! Agora mesmo estou acessando a net do trabalho do meu esposo!Sei que estou &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;mais do que atrasada nos comentários e nas visitas dos blogs, mas queria deixar vcs a par da situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Às pessoas que escrevem para o e-mail do blog, não esqueci de vcs não! Assim que eu resolver esse celeuma tudo vai voltar ao normal[janeiro].&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Gde abraço à todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olha a folga dele...Parece gente...se vcs prestarem bastante atenção, &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;vão notar&amp;nbsp; que ele sorrir de ladinho&lt;/span&gt;... Hahahaha! Uma graça. Ah, e tá na cara que o sabão é &lt;i&gt;tear free&lt;/i&gt;[que nem xampu de bebê] né, pq do contrário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Confira aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://meumundomil.blogspot.com/2011/11/tesouros-em-vasos-de-barro.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;http://meumundomil.blogspot.com/2011/11/tesouros-em-vasos-de-barro.html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Grande abraço à todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Gisley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6777720183461518705-2674844088656757323?l=vivendolaforanoseua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Aterrorizante, angustiante, traumático, desconcertante, irreconciliável, horrendo e obsessivo são palavras que podem estar na capa de um romance que você leva para a praia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 150%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Uma mulher inteligente não quer que adjetivos como esses sejam utilizados na descrição da &lt;b&gt;sua própria vida."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque nós não temos força para resistirmos a esta grande multidão que vem  contra nós, nem sabemos o que havemos de fazer; porém os nossos olhos estão  postos &lt;u style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;em Ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;( 2 Crônicas 20:12)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elevo os meus olhos para os montes; de onde  me vem o socorro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O meu socorro vem do &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Senhor, que fez os céus  e a terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Salmo 121:1-2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Você já se sentiu assim, numa sinuca de bico? Talvez esteja lidando com situações das quais nunca escolheu se envolver. Elas se apresentam de diversas formas nas nossas vidas. Cada um sabe onde o calo do seu sapato aperta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quem já andou lendo por aqui sabe que a família do meu esposo por parte de mãe só se encontra esporadicamente. Sabe tb que é &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;desejo do meu coração ver aquela família unida.&lt;/span&gt; Outras pessoas que são mais próximas de mim sabem tb da minha frustração em relação à dinâmica deles que consiste em saber que eles estão certos, quem têm razão e o que eles acham é sempre o melhor e mais efetivo&lt;em&gt;[palavras do meu próprio esposo]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;. Há uma constante guerra de ego/orgulho, com exceção à 2 pessoas: minha sogra e outro tio do Mateus que por sinal eu gosto muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Família é aquele negócio, quando vc casa, o pacote vem completo: gente que vc se indentifica e gente com a qual vc se bica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Há 2 semanas eu estava muito nervosa/ansiosa com o Ação de Graças desse ano, pois este seria celebrado na casa de uma das pessoas com a qual já bati de frente algumas vezes devido à nossa personalidade. Ele é uma pessoa que força a barra as vezes e dá a entender que vc não sabe o que está fazendo ou dizendo ao invés de contar com a possibilidade de que ele não esteja entendendo o contexto por inteiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu sou uma pessoa muito sincera, mas não vou meter o bedelho até que eu alguém queira saber minha opinião, mas tb se a pessoa força barra, escuta rapidinho.Confesso que com essa pessoa, eu não conto com a possibilidade de deixá-la a par de como ela soa ou o que a linguagem corporal dela me passa.Eu já entro rasgando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu sabia que ir à casa dessa pessoa seria colocar meu orgulho de lado e provavelmente correr o risco de escutar comentários degradantes que seriam suficientes para que um bom bate-boca começasse.E quando se trata de argumentar, eu vou longe.Fui convidada por outras 2 famílias para passar o Thanksgiving com eles, mas o marido queria passar esse feriado com a mãe dele que por sinal estaria nesse local tb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Meu primeiro instinto foi evitar à todo custo ir para esse ambiente.Afinal, &lt;i&gt;"pq se expor assim quando vc pode passar com pessoas que REALMENTE estão querendo a sua presença na casa delas?"&lt;/i&gt;Pensei. Tb pensei em todos os meus direitos de esposa expatriada e pq não seria justo ir passar o feriado nesses termos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Como ser humano, sempre temos a tendência a correr de situações que vão pedir que saiamos da nossa zona de conforto.Essa era a minha.Vi e vivi um filme de terror por 2 semanas [só] na minha cabeça de como seria esse feriado.O que seria dito,quem brigaria com quem, como o clima ia ficar pesado, etc e tal. VCS JÁ VIRAM ESSE FILME TB OU NÃO?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Poisé.É nessa hora que vi que eu tinha que olhar pra cima, porque é de onde viria o meu socorro. Ao me voltar pra Deus, ele abriu a minha mente e me mostrou que q&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;uando a gente quer algo na nossa vida de forma que nos faça crescer, Deus não vai nos dar apenas isso, mas vai nos dar oportunidades para que fato coloquemos isso &lt;u&gt;em prática.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A pessoa que quer mais paciência será agraciada com situações que pedirão isso dela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A pessoa que quer ser mais generosa terá oportunidades de investir na vida de outras pessoas ao invés de comprar um pequeno luxo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;A pessoa que quer união[eu] terá oportunidades de praticar o conceito em um feriado americano com pessoas difíceis, pq afinal, ser unido com quem a gente gosta e gosta da gente é &lt;b&gt;super conveniente&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;E foi isso que eu demorei pra entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="paragrafo"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uando os caminhos do homem agradam ao Senhor, faz que até os seus inimigos tenham paz com ele&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Provérbios 16:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="paragrafo"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;elhor é o&lt;b&gt; longânimo&lt;/b&gt; do que o valente; &lt;b&gt;e o que domina o seu espírito&lt;/b&gt; do que o que toma uma cidade.&lt;b&gt;(Provérbios 16:32)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Às vezes a gente quer a paciência, o altruísmo, domínio próprio, a serenidade,a&amp;nbsp; união, mas sem se envolver, sem ter que lidar com desconfortos e enquanto tivermos a impressão de que podemos ter um sem o outro, não alcançaremos o que tanto almejamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Aqui não falo das pessoas que já fizeram seu melhor para se dar bem com outras e as "outras" abertamente já deixaram claro que não queriam isso. Falo de relacionamentos que podem ser difíceis e a gente quer distância ao invés de colocar um tijolo para construir uma ponte que nos ligue à essas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu orei por esse feriado e disse assim: &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Senhor, tu sabe como são as nossas personalidades.Tu sabe que as nossas chances de se bater de frente são 90% pra cima, porém meu Pai eu quero que tu orquestre o ambiente, para que eu não tenha chance de me gloriar na minha educação e ele não tenha a chance de se gloriar pela mesma maneira. Senhor eu quero sair daquela casa e eu quero dizer assim: FOI DEUS,VIU?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu Pai, me surpreenda nesse feriado.Eu sei que é fácil a gente pensar que vai dar tudo errado,mas eu te peço que o Senhor vai tirando todo empedimento, tensão e toda barreira entre eu e essas pessoas pq elas são família.E foi o Senhor que colocou no meu coração o desejo de orar pela união deles e não eles.&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Então é pq o Senhor que começar em mim, então é pq eu que estou sensível ao Teu mover nessa área e eles ainda não estão.&lt;/span&gt;Eu te peço que o Senhor trabalhe nos corações e no meu tb para que eu não deixe as experiências passadas ditarem de como eu vou tratar esse povo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E assim eu fui.Eu não ganhei simplesmente um feriado pacífico,mas ganhei um feriado cheio de risada, espontâneo e com muita conversa.QUEM DIRIA! FOI DEUS, MEU POVO! FOI DEUS!!! Quando a mão Dele está no meio, ninguém pode impedir! A pessoa com quem eu me bicava me tratou como seda e até me deu algumas sugestões ou uma help de como entrar pra faculdade aqui( olha as coisas melhorando!), isso sem querer mandar. Quando todo mundo foi embora, abracei as pessoas novas que conheci naquele dia e ele tb. Ele ficou até admirado e até disse:&lt;i&gt; eu tb vou ganhar abraço?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Depois disso fomos todos para a casa da minha sogra e ficamos conversamos mais ainda.Rindo, se divertindo, quem visse a gente jamais diria que eu tinha/tive problema com aquele povo.Quem diria? &lt;i&gt;FOI DEUS!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Minha sogra até ligou pra mim emocionada, pois há muito tempo que ela não tinha um momento desses com a família na casa dela. Ela até mesmo disse que tinha visto como Deus tinha trabalhado em tudo e como ele tinha agido.&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Então eu não apenas fui abençoada pq eu decidi crescer mas eu abençooei a minha sogra&lt;/span&gt;,pois os planos eram pra eu e o Mateus irmos pra casa dela pra podermos assistir filme.Eles vieram pouco tempo depois e a minha sogra ficou um pouco nervosa com a situação e eu disse:&lt;i&gt;esquenta não, deixa eles virem =)!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E no final Deus surpreendeu à todos nós com a bênção da união, de maneira genuína.Ninguém forçou nada, ninguém fingiu nada.Todo mundo se divertiu. Eu voltei pra casa com muita comida pra geladeira, um testemunho pra contar. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu só tive que colocar meu "eu" e as minhas preferências de lado.&lt;/span&gt; Agora não apenas estou mais próxima do meu esposo, mas da minha sogra tb.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gente, se algo está acontecendo na sua família,casamento, amizade que lhe entistece e vc tem pedido à Deus pra mudar a situação, peça à Deus tb que lhe torne sensível quando a mudança ocorrer e tb peça à Deus para lhe usar como instrumento dele.Não espere que o outro acorde pra vida, faça a sua parte e vc vai ver o que Deus vai fazer! Eu sou prova disso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E não esqueça de fazer como o gatinho da foto desse post: olha pra cima e agradece :)!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Existem situações na vida das quais planejamos,esquematizamos, pensamos e analisamos de como essas coisas ganharão forma. Já em outras situações, o destino nos joga em uma missão,algo maior que nós mesmos e que nossos projetos.É onde a nossa agenda entre em colisão com um propósito maior. Em &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Laterna Verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Hal Jordan(Ryan Reynolds)&lt;/i&gt; é um homem pra lá de aventureiro, que ama pilotar avião mas que tem medo das responsabilidades.Ele é o tipo de pessoa se joga em situações divertidas, mas a partir do momento em que as coisas vão ficando sérias, ele se amedronta, corre ou simplesmente desiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conheço muitas pessoas que têm medo do compromisso e tb muitas pessoas que não terminam o que começam por causa do &lt;i&gt;medo do fracasso&lt;/i&gt;.Elas acreditam que precisam estar no controle da situação e que se as pessoas conhecerem o verdadeiro eu delas, elas serão rejeitadas.Às vezes tem a ver com traumas emocionais ou palavras ditas que marcaram a pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A maneira com a qual lidam com medo é manter as pessoas à distância, sempre colocando uma barreira emocional entre eles e os outros, o que só reforça e evidencia mais ainda o problema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A única maneira de vencê-lo, seja qual for a categoria, é encará-lo.Admitir que temos medo não nos faz pessoas fracas, mas negá-lo só &lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;reflete que por fora somos um herói, mas por dentro um ladrão, pq é da natureza do segundo fugir. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Às vezes o comportamento de certas pessoas da minha idade me choca, como por exemplo, a irresponsabilidade.Isso mudou quando entendi que&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;aturidade não tem nada a ver com idade, e sim com responsabilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Por isso tem gente que têm 50 anos e age como se tivesse 10 e tem gente que tem 20 e age como se tivesse 35. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É muito fácil culpar A,B,C, o governo, o país, a mãe, o pai, o estado, mas o que estamos fazendo para somar? Pra fazer diferente? Somos mais um na multidão dizendo: &lt;i&gt;"não tenho nada a ver com isso&lt;/i&gt;" ou somos aqueles que sabem e fazem ao vivo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Responsabilidade é parte da vida. Não dá pra ficar fugindo dela.Eu sei que existem situações na vida que a gente não escolhe, mas por causa delas descobrimos uma força e potencial que achávamos que não tínhamos dentro de nós, e isso só acontece para quem fica e persevera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Confesso que o filme me surpreendeu demais.Eu achava que seria mais um filme bobinho baseado num gibi.Que nada!&lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Laterna Verde&lt;/b&gt; reforça o velho ditado que &lt;b style="color: #274e13;"&gt;as nossas ações são fruto dos nossos pensamentos e de como nos vemos.&lt;/b&gt;Talvez não podemos sempre controlar o ambiente que estamos inseridos, &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;mas podemos sim controlar como reagimos e usar o que temos de bom para transformar a nossa casa, a nossa Terra em um lugar melhor.&lt;/span&gt;Há cada um de nós foi dado os testes da vida.Tem gente que está passando por um teste hoje e está dizendo dentro de si: "&lt;i&gt;eu não consigo,tá difícil demais!"&lt;/i&gt;- A vida só nos apresenta missões das quais somos capazes de cumprir. A gente é que tem mania de desistir de primeira se as coisas não saírem do nosso jeito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para pensar:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span rel="bookmark" style="font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;Liberdade significa responsabilidade. É por isso que tanta gente tem medo dela.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/george_bernard_shaw/"&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span rel="bookmark" style="font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E vamos de trailer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É um amor e ódio :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dedico este vídeo ao meu irmão Paulo, à minha prima Suélen[já tivemos briga de puxar cabelo uma da outra aos nove anos] e &lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0c343d;"&gt;todos aqueles amigos cujo os arranca-rabos vieram mas a amizade ficou!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Foi assim, do nada. Na verdade, é sempre assim, quando menos se espera, ela vem. Sem avisar, sem bater na porta, sem marcar horário, alterando a vida de todo mundo. Ela é tão grosseira.Acha que todo mundo tem que viver no prisma dela.Ela é quem dita o ritmo da vida daqui pra frente.Ela tem o poder de fazer com que as pessoas mudem de direção e sejam mais reflexivas sobre as escolhas que andam fazendo. Por causa dela muitas famílias foram destruídas, mas ela acredita que só está fazendo o papel dela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Por causa dela, pessoas não podem contar com &lt;em&gt;second chances, second encounters,second anything.&lt;/em&gt;Ela é a &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;Bateu na casa da minha amiga semana passada&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;Ela, o esposo e a filhinha estavam se arrumando para vir à igreja&lt;em&gt;. A filhinha, cujo o nascimento foi um milagre, permaneceu entre eles por 23 anos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Ela tinha um problema no cérebro&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hidrocefalia"&gt;Hidrocefalia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que comprometeu sua coordenação motora e sua habilidade de desenvolver o corpo como de uma criança sadia.Naquela noite, a filhinha teve falta de ar, ela começou a piorar.Eles chamaram o paramédicos. Quando ela chegou no hospital, já estava do outro lado da vida. Agora perfeita, sem nenhuma limitação, sorrindo, andando com Deus Pai. A morte pode ter tirado a vida terrena, mas não tirou-a da doce presença Daquele que a manteve viva por todos esses anos. Quem diria que a morte chegaria assim, com uma simples falta de ar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Conversando com outra blogueira, ela tinha me falado que a melhor amiga tinha perdido seu esposo num acidente de carro. Ele vinha fazendo uma curva para entrar na interestadual, não viu um caminhão parado, o carro entrou com tudo debaixo do caminhão e a cabeça dele foi decepada. Episódios assim. Sem explicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Daí teve o episódio do meu sogro.Saindo da casa dos amigos.Já tinha ligado para a minha sogra dizendo que ia almoçar com ela.Ela esperou, esperou, esperou. Quando ele&amp;nbsp;ia atravessando a porta em direção ao seu carro para poder ir econtrar a esposa, sentiu uma forte dor de cabeça, e caiu no chão.Caiu morto. Aneurisma. Assim, do nada,sem explicação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu sei que esse post vai ser clichê pra muita gente, mas vou ser sincera: se eu soubesse que aquele jantar que tive com ele na noite anterior seria o meu último, eu teria feito muita coisa diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Eu nunca agradeci aquele homem por ele ter me tratado como uma filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu nunca agradeci pela diferença e pelo exemplo de pai que ele foi para o meu esposo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Eu nunca agradeci pelo homem de Deus que ele foi.Pelo papel que ele desempenhou na sua comunidade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Porque na minha cabeça, morte era coisa que batia na casa da família dos outros e não na minha e foi nessa que eu me lasquei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poraiobservandoomundo.blogspot.com/2011/07/momento-muito-triste.html"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Teve o episódio do ex-chefe do esposo de uma blogueira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não sei o que vc está atravessando agora.Pode ser que seja desentendimento familiar, amoroso, fraternal. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;O que quer que seja, se essa pessoa é realmente importante pra vc, deixe seu orgulho de lado.&lt;/span&gt; Vc não sabe quanto tempo vc ou eles(as) têm aqui. Não é te dado nem a próxima hora.Não conte com o que vc não tem: tempo. O que vc tem é o agora. O amanhã, hj à noite não é garantido.Nós podemos partir desse mundo a qualquer minuto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;E todas aquelas discussões bobas, terão valido a pena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;E todas as frescuras de rabo suas e deles, terão valido a pena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;E toda essa teimosia,terá valido a pena? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Em nome do que? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;A troco de quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;A morte da filha da minha amiga mexeu muito comigo.Afinal, &lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninguém sai de casa para ir p/ igreja com a intenção de terminar a noite no hospital e planejar um funeral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. E é engraçado como somos tão arrogantes, achando que temos o controle das nossas vidas nas nossas mãos.Que tudo está traçado.Que o dia vai ser por, a noite vai chegar e um dia vai chamar o outro dia.Nós não sabemos se vai ser sempre assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;O que vc pode fazer diferente hoje?Pense sobre isso.Pense sobre todas as frescurinhas, as picuinhas, os perfeccionismos, língua ferina, fofoquinha, volatilidade, superficialidade das coisas que damos tanto valor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Aí vem a morte e coloca tudo nos devidos lugares de novo, mostrando à nós que a cadeia de importância/relevância são as pessoas e não as coisas que temos ou circunstâncias que atravessamos. Eu sei que vai ser fácil para eu esquecer.Talvez daqui há 6 meses ou 1 ano eu nem me lembro mais do impacto que a vida de Courtney trouxe na minha.&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Por isso deixo aqui registrado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;A morte é um rito de passagem que não pode ser evitado.Ela vai vir, é só uma questão de tempo. Por isso reavalie como vc o gasta.Talvez o seu último minuto seja o próximo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gente, acordemos todos nós. Não, a vida não é perfeita, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a vida nem sempre é justa, e sabe pq?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Pq temos muitas coisas nas nossas vidas das quais nunca tivemos que fazer nada para merecer.São bênçãos de Deus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Acredite, vc não quer uma vida justa! Uma vida justa refletiria que a cada erro que vc cometesse, vc teria que ser punido/retificado por isso. Imagina só!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Imagina se cada vez que vc fosse grosseiro, egoísta, indiferente,arrogante todo mundo&amp;nbsp;te tratasse da mesma maneira &amp;nbsp;durante o dia inteiro todos os dias?&lt;/span&gt; Isso é justiça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Olha, amo todos vcs&amp;nbsp;viu?Muitas vezes quis desistir desse blog. Muitas vezes quis fechar esse espaço.Muitas vezes quase dei ouvidos à críticas infundadas. Mas foram vcs que me deram forças para continuar e foram usados muitas vezes por Deus para ministrar ao meu coração&amp;nbsp;de maneira que vcs nem sonham! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Quero dizer que me importo e que aprecio todos os que por aqui passam para comentar, deixar uma palavra de encorajamento ou que me contatam por e-mail para elogiar o espaço ou pedir ajuda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Gostaria de deixar essa canção para a meditação de todos vcs.Uma menina da igreja cantou-a numa quarta à noite e eu desmontei legal.Deixe essa canção falar ao seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Obg por tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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